Royal or Loyal? [A garmau AU] ✔️

His life [2]

Garroth Anthony Ro'meave.

He grew up wealthy, he had butlers and maids. Everything was done for him and sometimes, he hated that.

Garroth didn't need to do chores or clean anything. He didn't need to cook. Though, he would sometimes go into the kitchen and ask for cooking lessons from the chefs, or ask a maid to teach him how to clean certain things.

Once he learned how to do regular tasks well, he started to help the staff out more, especially when his father wasn't looking.

As Garroth grew older, he became well aware of how many people wanted his father off of the throne. Then he started noticing groups and people who wanted to overthrow him.

He too, didn't agree to his fathers unruly reign. Because of this, he started to involve himself in the thieves guild, sometimes telling them information they needed to become closer in overthrowing him. And as his visits became more frequent, the thieves guild became a second home to him,

Everyone considered him a member.

Garroth grew up with both parents. He became the oldest brother along the way. Those were the good days. He didn't worry about abdicating the throne, or anything else for the matter.

They taught Garroth well. His parents told him to be righteous, to keep people safe, to protect his family and the one he loves.

He became skilled in any type of combat, he knew how to brew potions and use them, he would study magiks and many other things that his father wouldn't approve of.

Garroth's parents loved each other very much. His father had become corrupt after his baby brother, Vylad was born.

Garroth grew up to be handsome and not to mention, strong and tall. Many girls could swoon over his bright smile, his cerulean eyes, and his sandy blonde hair.

His mother was killed during child birth. Vylad was his half brother. It's too complicated to explain but they have the same mother, but a different father.

Garte became devastated. He let his feelings of grief part take in the decisions he needed to make as a lord.

His father still loved his mother with all his heart. Even if she had an affair. He had gotten too busy for his family and she had felt abandoned, that was partially his own doing.

Garroth didn't want to take the throne to O'khasis back then. He still didn't want to do it now.

He knew that it was his job. His father would end up dying sooner or later. His harsh ruling would soon come to an end.

If he let His younger brother, Zane rule, O'khasis, it would all go to hell. It would be worse than his own fathers hotties reign.

Garroth had been sent to guard school.  He had graduated top of his class. His dreams were to become a guard, a head guard to be exact, not a lord.

He wasn't fit to be a leader, he accepted that. But he had no choice anymore.

He felt bad for his father though.  He had almost been overthrown by Aphmau Phoenix herself, the most wanted fugitive in Ru'an.

Garroth sighed.  He wanted to meet her more than catch her.  Garroth knew that he of all people wouldn't be able to catch her because nobody really can. 

It's like trying to chase something invisible,  if you can't see it, how are you going to find it?

Garroth sat on his bed deep in thought. He rested his head in his hand before a knock on the door snapped him back into reality.

"Come in." He said, his voice slightly hoarse. He cleared his throat and sat up properly.

Vylad peeked his head through the door. Garroth gave a crooked smile when he saw his youngest brother.

"You okay?" He asked sitting next to Garroth.

Garroth sighed, then nodded. "I was just thinking about something."

"Is it about father?" Vylad asked.

He shrugged. "I really don't want to take the lordship Vylad...."

Vylad slouched. "I would gladly take it for you but I have to be of full bloodline. If I could take it, you and Zane would have to be dead."

Garroth heavily sighed. "I know, and I appreciate that a lot Vylad."

Garroth smiled, he didn't think of Vylad as his half brother. He has been more of a brother than Zane ever will be. He accepted it and made him feel accepted.

Vylad is only seventeen and Zane is eighteen. Garroth is twenty.

Garroth smiled and ruffled his baby brothers hair. "It's getting late. You should get some sleep."

Vylad nodded and walked toward the door. He dismissed his butler and told him to go home. Garroth and Vylad were he only Ro'meaves that did that without letting their father know.

Garroth threw on his sleeping clothing and slid into his bed gently before a light sleep could take over.